a laptop folder.
The way he constantly checked his phone during dinner.
I had noticed everything.
I had simply chosen harmless explanations.
Because I trusted him.
A nurse hurried over with a wheelchair.
“How far apart are the contractions?”
“About four minutes now,” Adrian answered immediately.
He knew.
That hurt almost more than seeing him hold her.
He knew her contractions.
He knew exactly how close they were.
The nurse helped Maren sit.
“Relationship to patient?” she asked Adrian.
He froze.
I looked at him.
“Yes,” I said quietly. “I’d
